After a couple moments of thought while airborne, Honey still hadn't come to a decision, but she did come to the conclusion that whatever she decided on, her next course of action was best decided from her office. That done, Honey shifted herself to face her new destination, and, using practiced motions that she didn't remember ever practicing, began flying there. Once again, the thrill of flying with no outside assistance tempted Honey to remain in her insect-hybrid form, but she kept herself from making a choice just yet.
A few minutes later, Honey's high heel-like feet tapped onto the sidewalk as she landed just outside the building housing the offices of her company. It wasn't the biggest enterprise out there, but Honey was still proud of having been put in charge of it at such a young age. That in mind, she avoided looking at any nameplates or signs, not wanting to see just yet if the changes that had befallen her had affected her company as well.
Soon enough, Honey was in the reception area of her company's offices, and, to her relief, it was mostly the same. The same, that is, except for a large, intimidating machine set up near her secretary's desk. Janice Kinsley, Honey's secretary, was busying herself making various adjustments to the machinery that the insect-woman could only guess at the purpose of. After a few moments of watching, though, Janice caught sight of her, and immediately sprang up to face her.
"Oh, Miss Yellowjacket, I wasn't expecting you to get here this soon! The milker will be ready for you in a couple minutes, though!" The secretary babbled out apologetically before returning to her task, now moving twice as fast.
Honey's eyes widened at the new information, but as she looked the device over, it certainly looked like a milking machine. Large glass tanks, long and thick plastic hoses leading to glass cups almost big enough to fit someone's head into, the complex machinery of overly large and powerful pumps connecting both, and the heavy steel framework holding it all together. As mortified as Honey was at the thought of actually using the machine, she suddenly noticed a pressure that had been building in her tits since she had changed, which had reached the point of discomfort.
"Where did this machine come from, and why is it out here?" Honey finally asked. Janice stopped her preparations at that, then turned around to fix the wasp-woman with a look that was as confused as Honey felt.
"You had this machine custom-built and installed yourself, Miss Yellowjacket." Janice said, a hesitation in her voice as if she was wary of making her boss look foolish by informing her of something so obvious. "After all, that honey of yours is so thick that it completely jammed up every other milker you tried to use before. It is nice that that job's taken off of me now, but I have to admit that it was fun getting that sweet stuff out of you... personally." With that, Janice licked her lips, which Honey just then noticed were a little plumper and colored a slightly more vivid pink than she remembered.
"And why is it out here where everyone can see?" Honey demanded next, trying to distract both Janice and herself from the heated blush spreading across her yellow face.
"You said that you thought it would clash with the rest of your office." Janice answered, and almost as an added insult, Honey had just been thinking the very same thing. "Are you feeling well, Miss Yellowjacket? You've never had a problem with showing off your body before. Heck, sometimes I've had to remind you to reclothe yourself When you leave here; you're lucky that the authorities look the other way regarding public nudity in your case, though with your 'needs' and all..." Janice eventually trailed off, her eyes briefly dropping to Honey's lower back.
"Well, nevermind then." Honey huffed in irritation, annoyed at the uncomfortable pressure in her boobs and what she knew she was going to do to relieve it. For several long moments, the bee-girl glared at the machine, instinctively aware of how to use it, but having a difficult time bringing herself to do so.
"Okay, fine, if you want me to do the honors again..." Janice cut in good-naturedly as she stepped in front of Honey, swiftly undoing the buttons of her suit jacket, then those of her blouse, those buttons straining much more than they had been immediately after her change. A few more adjustments, and Honey's yellow, black-tipped tits spilled out of her outfit, jiggling into view. The wasp-woman nearly yelped again as she saw her bosom again, now swollen several cup sizes larger than they were just after her change and visibly throbbing from how full they were.
"I suppose you noticed how much I like doing this." Janice went on as she swept back to the machine, flipping a small switch and plucking two cups from the array to take them back to her boss. "Working with you is just such a unique experience in so many ways, and I just really love it. Anyway, here we go!" The secretary slapped the cups onto Honey's oversized boobs, the weak vacuum allowing them to hold on after Janice let go. For a moment, Honey was confused by how little the machine was doing - a light suction that brought about a pleasant tingle, but that was it - when she noticed Janice reach towards a much larger switch, and flipped it to on.
"Nnnnnnghzzzzzzzz!" came Honey's groan before it shifted into a pleased buzz. Her black nipples lengthened, then fattened, then stretched, then swelled, then bloated further in all directions as they reacted to the suck, release, suck, release of the machine as it settled into its rhythm. Her milk ducts stretched open as the honey behind them forced its way out, and soon yellowish globs were falling out of Honey's plump nubs to be captured by the pump, the thick goop oozing through the hoses to splatter into the glass tanks.
"Is everything satisfactory for now, Miss Yellowjacket?" Janice asked, her professionalism back for the time being. Honey could barely answer, as the flow of honey was picking up, sending odd yet pleasant sensations through her nipples as they let the thick substance jet out of them. The hoses were soon constantly surging with honey, and a steady stream was rattling into the glass tanks.
"Bzzzzzzz, nzzzz ghzzzz!" Honey buzzed out before correcting herself. "Yeah, so nice..." Her legs had practically been jelly from the moment the pump was flipped on, and she was constantly pressing her thick thighs together in her rapidly growing arousal. Now, a powerfully sweet smell was filling the air as Honey felt more thick, sticky goo emerge from her, this time from the cleft between her legs.
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